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sábado, janeiro 19

padrinho porreta/ Amazing godfather




Eu nuuunca vou me esquecer do Adolfinho, que foi meu padrinho de casamento lá na minha outra vida...
Fui me arrumar prá igreja na casa dele. Ele me dava caipirinha e falava:
- Se você não quiser, não precisa casar!! Eu vou com o seu pai lá na igreja, a gente manda todo mundo pra casa... ou fala pra eles irem aproveitar a festa... nao tem problema nao....
-  Mas Adolfinho, eu QUERO casar!!
e ele me dava mais caipirinha, na esperança de que eu mudasse de idéia.


anos depois, assistindo a fita de vídeo ( sim, VIDEO) do mesmo casórrio:

Meu pai entra de braço dado comigo. A igreja lotada. A gente tinha uns 300 convidados, a maiorida da minha família ou nossos amigos.
Chega a hora do meu pai me entregar pro noivo, ele exita e fala no meu ouvido - por sorte do lado do camera man, aí a gente consegue entender direitinho:
- Tem certeza? Por que ainda dá tempo de desistir...

E eu teimosa, caso assim mesmo.
Eu tinha 21 anos. O casamento durou menos de dois anos.

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I'll never forget Adolfinho, who was my God father at my previous life wedding.
I went to get ready for church at his house.  He gave me some strong Brazilian alcoholic cocktail and said::
- If you don't want to get married, you don't need to get married! I go there (the church) with your father , we send everyone home ... or tell them to go enjoy the party ... there is no problem ....
- Adolfinho  I WANT to get  married!
so he gave me more alcohol, hoping  I would change his mind.


years later, watching video tape (yes, VIDEO) :

My father walks me down the isle. The church is  packed full. We had about 300 guests, mostly from my family or my family  friends.
When it was time for my father to hand me to my future husband,  he hesitates and says in my ear :
- Are you sure? There is still time to change your mind ...
And I stubbornly got married anyway.
I was 21 . That marriage lasted less than two years.

domingo, janeiro 23

Excommunicated? Almost...

Remember I described in details my wedding gown?
You forgot all about it already? No problem. Check it here .
The truth is: when the priest saw my gorgeous, amazing, sexy dress, he was furious and wanted to call off the ceremony and excommunicate me!
My mother, who does not believe in God, used her all her charm:

- Excommunicate her tomorrow, father. Today, let's just get this girl married...

terça-feira, janeiro 18

Wedding ceremony

When I first got married, i was 21, even "stroppier"than I am today, if one can imagine such thing.
I am not religious, byt my dad ( who is also not religious) is a very important figure in my life. I really, really wanted him to walk me down the isle.

So I convinced him to do so, and went out searching for the perfect wedding dress.

I went straight to the "bride's street, in Sao Paulo. They have hundreds of bridal shops, one next to the other. One would have MY dress, right?

Well, if it did, it was hidden somewhere because after hours searching for it, I realized that was not going to happen. I better design my own gown. I chose a shop, a designer who seemed modern and funky enough and started giving my instructions:

Short dress, coming all the way up to my neck, pearls to make it pretty. A nice veil and a bridal garland on my head. Long sleeves - The wedding is in winter.

I looked at it, and it seemed sort of ok, but it was not me. YET!

You know what?

Make a zig zag finish on the skirt, just like if I had dozens of triangles ending the dress.
He seemed to like the idea.

Just make a huge diamond shape on the back, I want a bare back.
He agreed without complains.

Now separate the sleeves from the dress.
The stylist looked appalled, but did as he was told and two more diamonds appeared.

I looked, looked, and decided my big boobs were being neglected, so I asked him to open a diamond shape where my cleavage should be.
He protested a bit, but I won the battle.

The final touch was a diamond shape over my belly button.

The stylist tried hundred arguments to convince me to cover all this shapes with a fine fabric, so it would be see through, but not bare.

I listened, but I knew what I wanted - and the dress was perfect. It looked so much like me. Full of personality, different and fun.

To be bride like, I added a trail, a veil and a bridal garland and we were done.

My dress looked stunning!
Unfortunately my dad had a bad moment and trew all the pictures in the bin. I will never be able to post them here.

:-(